You like this or that or something
Good will come out of it
Don’t say this poem sucks
Don’t remind yourself of better past works
Goddamnit where is my breakthrough?
I see improvement, but do I have it in me?
I didn’t start this mad but now I am.
I tired of this long ago and I’ve not kept up
It does not stop even if you want it to.
It can for some, why doesn’t it for me?
But yeah, this poem sucks.